Chapter 215 - 145: Take Someone’s Money, Eliminate Their Disasters

Chapter 215: Chapter 145: Take Someone’s Money, Eliminate Their Disasters

When they heard that the white-clad youth was a Great Power of Transcendence who had only recently advanced, countless voices of doubt and bewilderment echoed throughout the courtyard.

"Why did Senior Sister Wan Ning spend so many Middle-grade Spirit Stones to hire a Great Power who just entered the Mortal Transformation Realm?"

"Thirty thousand Middle-grade Spirit Stones! He really has the nerve to take that money. Does he not know what kind of situation we are facing right now?"

"Early-stage Transcendence, and an early-stage Cultivator who broke through less than five months ago. He can’t turn the tide at all."

"Not to mention he’s so young. Whether it’s his accumulation of cultivation or his combat experience, he falls far short of those older Great Powers of Early-stage Transcendence."

"Although becoming a Great Power at his age is something we can only dream of, this... this..."

This wouldn’t solve their problem at all.

While everyone was whispering among themselves, Song Changlin let out a helpless sigh. Having him was better than nothing. No matter how inexperienced he might be, he was still a Great Power of Transcendence. Even if he couldn’t defeat the enemy, he could at least hold one off for a moment.

After a brief moment of thought, Song Changlin spoke with a serious expression. "Young Master, to tell you the truth, you have seen our current predicament. Even Elder He and I are heavily injured.

"The enemies are Demon Cultivators from outside the borders of Thousand Sects Island. They are led by three older experts at the Early-stage of Transcendent Realm, whose strengths are all above ours.

"To put it bluntly, if another battle breaks out, both we and you, Young Master, may perish. If you are unwilling to take this transaction, you are free to leave now. We will absolutely not stop you."

Obviously, these Cyan Mist Sect Cultivators still had some conscience. At the very least, they hadn’t deliberately hidden their desperate situation, choosing instead to give Jiang Hao an out.

However, when Song Changlin finished speaking, Jiang Hao couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. Particularly, the phrase "three at the Early-stage of Transcendent Realm" actually made him breathe a slight sigh of relief.

"I take people’s money to eliminate their disasters. Since I have accepted Ms. Wan Ning’s Spirit Stones, I will keep my promise. Even if I just hold them off for a moment during a crisis, it will not be an issue."

Since they were all at Early-stage Transcendence, what was there to worry about?

Even though Jiang Hao had yet to fight against older generation experts, he had a fairly good estimate of his own strength. He wouldn’t be scared witless by this. Moreover, once he entered the Thousand Sect Island Realm, he might need this sect’s help, so he could consider this doing them a favor. If things truly went south, it wouldn’t be too late to flee—that was the condition he had established beforehand anyway.

Hearing this, Song Changlin and Elder He felt a profound sense of respect. They immediately bowed slightly to Jiang Hao. "Your great kindness is something our Cyan Mist Sect will never forget. If we can truly make it back to Thousand Sects Island alive, we will definitely reward you heavily in the future. You are a benefactor to our Cyan Mist Sect."

When they finished speaking, a glint flashed in Jiang Hao’s eyes. It was just a transaction, yet they spoke of it with such gravity. It seemed that their so-called supreme treasure had an unimaginably vital role for their sect.

On the other side.

Mu Wan Ning looked at the white-clad youth, her heart trembling slightly. She had originally thought he would back out after hearing Song Changlin’s words. After all, they had been brutally honest, explicitly warning him of the life-threatening danger. Furthermore, the balanced situation she had mentioned earlier had now skewed disastrously with the severe injuries of their two Elders. Yet, the young man did not retreat.

For a moment, Mu Wan Ning realized just how wise her decision had been. She thought, "Even if I can’t expect him to single-handedly turn the tide, he at least gives our Cyan Mist Sect an extra ray of hope."

With that thought in mind, she no longer hesitated and immediately organized everyone to prepare for the journey.

Watching the young girl continuously directing the crowd, Jiang Hao was somewhat surprised. Although she did not have the highest cultivation among the disciples, her authority seemed second only to the two Elders. This couldn’t help but remind Jiang Hao of a familiar figure.

It was a breathtakingly beautiful girl in a pink dress, a proud daughter of heaven who had practiced swordsmanship with him for three whole years. After so many years, he wondered how she was doing now.

Humans were not unfeeling stones, so it was only natural for Jiang Hao to recall her beautiful silhouette. However, this affection was incredibly pure—it was simply the feeling of an older brother thinking of his younger sister.

However, what Jiang Hao didn’t know was that at this very moment, Qin Xiangyuan had already appeared in Nanling and had even met the members of the Ye Family.

WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH!

A short while later.

The memory Jiang Hao had subconsciously brought up was shattered as countless Cultivators soared into the sky. The group leaped into the air and flew out of Fengming City.

Time flew by.

Three days later.

For three days, everyone flew frantically, traveling day and night. Their flight distance reached an astonishing ten thousand miles a day. In just three days, the group had flown across thirty thousand miles of mountains and rivers. Even when they occasionally stopped, they never meditated for more than two hours.

The three days passed peacefully, but Elder He’s injuries worsened day by day during their grueling journey.

At dusk on the third day.

"Elder He, are you all right?" Mu Wan Ning asked, her eyes full of worry. Seeing the old man preparing to take flight again despite coughing up blood, a trace of heartache flashed in her beautiful eyes.

"I’m not dead yet. Don’t worry about me. Continuing our journey is what’s important," Elder He replied. They had to travel a hundred thousand miles; this distance was barely a start.

However, Mu Wan Ning directly ordered the group to stop, commanding everyone to meditate on the spot for an hour.

"Brother He, listen to Wan Ning and rest for an hour," Song Changlin said. He glanced behind him, unable to bear seeing his heavily injured and dying old friend push himself any further.

Under their repeated insistence, the team finally came to a halt.